It was typical for an english train to shy away from an honest days work.

I was waiting calmly, app in hand. The time delayed ever increasing, apparently it would be arriving in 45mins. It had been admiment in its estimates for a good hour and a half. It had really really promised it was nearly there, or at least close to nearly there, or in fact it was definitly somewhere and therefore probably not too far so long as you were willing to give it the benefit of the doubt... It's empty promises wounded me deeply.

The tracks stayed diligently still, loyally silent, lest a creak give some poor sod a brief hope of depature. I listened very closly for that tell tale rumble, or sweet little bing bong over the loud speakers. Alas, no such luck. My heart sank a little more, feeling down trodden and ever so slightly forgotten about. I sighed and stretched, atempting to arouse it from such typical angst. I pointed out that the weather was in fact lovley (quite the suprise im sure you can imagine), and the birds across the road were putting on a smidge-too-loud but still beautiful concert for us. My heart rose a little, glumly looking out instead of tearfully burying its face into my lung.

Eventually the train did come, with a few cheers of relief and plenty raised eyebrows and passive aggressive watch glances. Said eyebrows would switch in a instent to an air of humble understanding if asked if the delay was too much trouble. Thats just British eyebrows for you.

The train didnt bother apologise. It simply ushered everyone on board whilst repeatedly reminding everyone to please watch the gap. That's just british trains for you.

The clickity clack was a relief at last, as we pulled away from the little stop, hidden in the middle of nowhere.